Don't Let the Forest In
I found no pleasure in the silent trees, the falling fir-cones, the congealed relics of autumn, russet leaves, swept by past winds in heaps, and now stiffened together.
Charlotte Brontë • Jane Eyre
as if someone had reached in and grabbed his spine like a snake and was trying to loose it from its bundles of nerves by shaking it
Hanya Yanagihara • A Little Life: The Million-Copy Bestseller (Picador Collection)
